[ it was a risk, a calculated one. even if this hadn't gone as planned, fyodor is a little more sturdy than expected, bruises and scrapes wouldn't kill him. but he finds himself safely caught in the grip of his fellow decay member.
fyodor looks up at nikolai, the smile returning--this time twice as savage and sharp. his hands settle on the familiar creases of gogol's outfit. ]
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fyodor looks up at nikolai, the smile returning--this time twice as savage and sharp. his hands settle on the familiar creases of gogol's outfit. ]
Thank you, Kolya.
[ because polite. ]